Lil cute things I don't talk about but that are part of what makes our dynamic work:
Almost every time he walks past me he stops to give me some sort of affection
He regularly reminds me that I'm such a perfect pet for him because I'm so enthusiastic about not just sharing him but worshipping the goddesses he fucks
They all make sure to include my other kinks within the cuckquean kink so that I'm still emotionally fulfilled
He's not jealous that Mommy adores me and actively chooses to spend time on me (y'all she called herself my girlfriend recently and I edged so hard immediately because what do you mean she *likes* me and wants to keep me and isn't just playing scary games ahhhhhhhh)
Princess always makes sure to greet me/wake me up with tits to my face
Mommy designed a dynamic contract that keeps me so contently in my place
We all share hobbies (MtG, baking, gaming) and snuggles regularly
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𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ vagina owners, you know how sometimes at certain parts of the month you’re like… ~extra~ sensitive in the downstairs region? like any little prolonged touch or movement will have you shaking in the sheets? yeah, this is about that window of hypersensitivity, with your boyfriend bokuto.
a/n; oh btw if i’m writing bokuto… always assume it’s a chubby reader even if i don’t add descriptors in my drabbles :’D that man likes his women THICC.
uh, only warnings are: daddy is said a couple times and i will not apologize for it. healthy dynamics (lots of praising and check-ins), mild squirting, oral (fem receiving). reader doesn’t normally cum from oral (or dj-ing the bean) and they talk about it a little! normalize having issues cumming from solely manual stimulation! (৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐ humor is there if you squint. okay that’s it! enjoy :)))
[the song i wrote this to if you care: here. i tend to loop one song and then tune it out after the second cycle lol].
"Uh, babe, are you okay?"
"Hm?" you said, opening your eyes to look at the large muscular man currently laid above you, and inside of you, on your black silk sheets.
"I just barely put it in and you're sighing and "ah"-ing like I'm destroying your shit right now. You okay? Am I hurting you?" he said, his voice raising a tiny bit in that concerned way you found cute.
You giggled, amused as hell at the little crease that'd formed in the center of his forehead.
"Kuto, I'm fine," you declared, punctuating it with a kiss on his nose that he eagerly leaned down to accept, "I'm just a little more..."
He looked down at you, searching your face with his eyes. He pulled almost entirely out of you, then slid back in slowly. His hips were angled and precise, slow but definitely moving with purpose.
"I, um," you stuttered, a huff of breath involuntarily leaving your lungs at the thrust, "Do you want me to... ah!"
He'd thrust into you again, testing the waters.
"Oh, I think I get it," he said, lowering his body so he could kiss you easily while he fucked you torturously slowly, "You're just fine baby girl. Looks like you're just extra sensitive today, right?"
"Mhm," you moaned, your eyes relaxed closed as the pleasure began to radiate through your body.
You were at a point in your cycle that made you sensitive all over. Any part of the surface of your skin, external or not, was responsive in a way you just weren't on a normal basis. Things still felt good outside this tiny window of time of course, but your body just wasn't wired to be this ready all the time.
"Are we feeling good sensitive or painful sensitive? I don't wanna hurt you," he said, slowing his pace to a near stop. The affection in his voice was almost too sweet for what you two were doing.
You cracked open your eyes, bringing up your hand to run it through the hair at the nape of his neck. You pulled him down into a kiss, so deep and passionate that you felt a moan humming in the back of his throat.
"Good sensitive," you said once you'd pulled away, warmth rising to the surface of your skin even with his lackadaisical efforts. You moved your own hips, all but verbally begging for him to move again, "Way more sensitive than normal."
"Okay baby girl, fuck," he groaned, letting you lazily fuck yourself on his cock, "You want it that bad? Grinding on me just to get me to fuck you?"
You nodded, a smile spread across your cheeks before you bit your bottom lip.
"Please," you whined, "I want to feel every single inch. Fuck me like you mean it."
"Like I mean it?" Bokuto challenged, positioning you at a different angle, your legs now relaxed almost at his shoulders with some support from his biceps against your thighs, "My baby wants to be fucked good and deep tonight, huh?"
"Please daddy? I can take it, I promise," you begged, already trembling from the drag of his cock out of you to adjust your bodies.
"God, you're too pretty to have such a filthy fucking mouth," he groaned, finally snapping his hips to meet yours. He switched up his tempos: going from fast and hard to deep and hard in alternating movements.
Your eyes almost instantly rolled into the back of your head. Luckily your neighbors were around your age and also little horny freaky fucks or you would have gotten complaints about the noise.
"You're so fucking wet for me baby. Who got you wet like that? Hm?" Bokuto said, pulling your body down the length of your bed a bit to angle himself higher above you, almost diving straight into you from above.
"Fuck, daddy, you did," you groaned, trying and failing to keep your eyes open, "You make me so fucking wet. I want, need, uh! Please."
He'd hit a spot inside of you that you didn't know existed.
"Wait, wait," you hesitated, not knowing what to make of the new sensation, "Have to pee, I think."
Bokuto eyed you from above, a look of contemplation on his face.
"Do you only feel it when I do, this?" he asked, angling his hips down a bit and directly hitting that spot at a quick pace.
"Uh-huh! Yes, yes," you yelled, letting the flood of warmth overtake your body as a rush of liquid came from your cunt.
Your chest was rising and falling slowly from the exertion while the two of you looked down at the now-soaked bottom half of Bokuto's abs.
"Fuck, I... I squirted," you chuckled, "I'm sorry."
Bokuto looked at you like you'd kicked a puppy in his presence.
"No, no, no, no," he said, showering your face in kisses while he fucked into you at a slower pace, "Don't apologize for that, ever. I want you to feel good, I love it when I'm able to make you feel good."
"You make me feel so good," you moaned, the mounting pleasure building again when he fucked into you faster.
"Fuck, that was so sexy baby," he moaned, sounding on edge much faster than normal, "God I can't believe you did that."
You felt his dick twitch hard inside of you once at the same moment he felt it. He held the base of his cock firmly with his index finger and thumb, pulling out of you.
"Can I make you feel even better baby girl?" he said, coming up the length of your body to kiss you, kissing his way lower down until he was hovering over your pussy.
"Yes please," you chuckled, knowing he was doing this as much for your pleasure as he was to keep himself from cumming too fast before you had, "Sorry if it takes a while, yunno. I think I got used to toys or something."
"Babe," he shushed you, "I just want to taste you right now. If you cum, I'm gonna be over the moon about it, but if you can't, we have toys for a reason. No shame honey, I just want you to feel good."
He punctuated his words with a kiss to your inner thigh. You relaxed into the sheets, letting your mind be free from any thoughts besides how good this was going to feel.
He took his time feeling and touching and experimenting a bit with what you seemed to respond to the most, eventually adding fingers into the mix to massage that little button inside of you. The soft music going on your playlist filled the space alongside the sounds of him lapping up your juices.
"Maybe if I," he said out loud, more to himself than to you, and sucked your clit into his mouth.
He sucked and licked at the little bundle of nerves, fluttering his tongue over it once it popped out from the warm wet heat of his mouth.
"Oh, holy fuck," you moaned, your voice a bit hoarse already from all the yelling so far you'd done that night. You tossed your head back into your pillows, the heat dancing beneath your skin erupting as your pleasure built, "Keep doing that, please. More, right there, right there. Kuto, yes, yes, yes!"
Tears flowed from your eyes once you allowed them to open, wetting your lashes and the apples of your cheeks as they cascaded down to your pillow. The glow from your orgasm was almost overwhelming.
"You did so good baby girl," Bokuto praised, climbing the length of your bed to lay next to you, giving you kisses.
"I did?" you moaned, mildly delirious as you came down a bit from your high.
"Oh yeah," he confirmed, kissing you beneath your ears, trailing his kisses to your chest.
He grabbed one of your breasts, taking one of your taunt nipples into his mouth to suck. Your nipples were the one part of your body that was always notoriously sensitive, even when the rest of your body wasn't.
"Mhm, Bokuto, please."
"Please what baby? Gotta use your words," he said, flicking your nipple with his tongue.
"Fuck me. I miss your cock so much already, feel empty," you said, the endorphins dancing around in your brain.
He pulled your nipple into his mouth to suck on it once more, harder, before positioning your bodies again.
"I think I can help with that kitten," he said, laying you on your sides so you were spooning, him being the big spoon.
He angled himself to your entrance, pumping himself to full hardness again in an instant against your wetness.
"We can touch your pretty little pussy all we want in this position you know," Bokuto said, entering you with his entire length in one go, fucking into you again with an intensity that had your bed snapping against the (padded) wall.
"Touch yourself for me baby. Think you could cum on my cock while I fuck you? I wanna feel you cum with me inside," he said mindlessly, his thrusts making it hard for you to speak back.
"Can try, I, uh! I want to," you moaned, wanting so badly to cum for him the way he wanted, the way you both wanted.
His pace slowed just a bit, enough for him to reach behind him with his long arms to tap open your bedside table. He removed a toy, a little flat clitoral vibrator that he'd affectionately named, "Steve."
"Here baby, use our partner in crime," he said tossing you the toy before going back to his deep, fast, pace. He placed kisses up the back of your neck and behind your ear, "You're such a good girl honey I know you can cum for me again."
He had one hand gripping your tit, toying with your nipple while he fucked you. The pleasure was immense already, but turning on your little helper and lowering it to your clit had both of you groaning.
"Shit," he moaned, "Forgot how good that is. You're so fucking wet for me baby I can feel the vibrations too."
You nodded, not even knowing if that made sense. All you could focus on was the feeling of his cock fucking into your cunt and the little toy buzzing against your clit. You reached one hand behind you, feeling around gently until you felt Bokuto's balls tap against your hand. You gave them a gentle squeeze, knowing that it would bring you two to climax at the same exact...
"Fuck," he groaned, deep and long as your moans echoed against your apartment's walls.
You felt your slick walls milking his cock for all he had, as he weakly thrust into you a few more times before eventually pulling out. You turned off the toy, placing it on the dresser on your side to be cleaned later.
"Oh my god," he moaned, pulling you against his chest as he kissed up the line of your shoulder, "That was amazing."
"It was amazing," you sighed, melting into the warmth of his body for a while, letting the endorphins subside a bit, "Hey, you know what won't be amazing?"
"Hm?" he hummed, the forehead crease visible in your mind's eye even though you weren't looking at him to see it.
"How sticky your chest and my inner thighs are gonna be if we don't go take a shower."
He groaned playfully, moving swiftly to force himself to get up before he talked himself out of it.
"Come on then little lady, we have some post-coital relaxation time to get done then," he said in a faux country accent, moseying his way over to the side of the bed you were closer to and picking you up bridal style.
"Sounds like a plan to me, oh lover of mine," you joked back, kissing him until he finally had to put you down to get you ready for your joint shower.
The rest of the night was filled with kisses, snuggles, and snores (Bokuto's, not yours). You couldn't wait for more.
tysm for reading! i crossposted this on ao3 if you guys ever wanna read it there or bookmark it just in case :D xox
Let’s start off with, what are boundaries and why are they important? Boundaries are an invisible line showing what you’re comfortable with and what you’re not. Boundaries are an important part of the ‘consent’ conversation, if someone crosses your boundaries and don’t care when you point out they have made you uncomfortable, they do not respect your abilities to consent.
Boundaries are a foundation for every relationship, whether it be family, friends, work colleagues or a romantic interest/partner. Introducing boundaries can come in two forms or pre-emptive, post event. Pre-emptive is telling whoever is involved that something is not okay with you so it won’t happen in the future, here’s some examples of playing out this conversation:
work colleague: “hey! just letting you know that I’m really not okay with gay jokes, they make me uncomfortable and make this work environment hostile.”
boss: “I’m really loving working here so far, but I’d really rather we don’t leave knives at the bottom of the sink when I’m washing dishes, it’s so I don’t accidentally cut my hands on them when doing the washing. Thanks for understanding, excited for my next shift”
romantic relationship: “I move really slow and physical intimacy takes me a while to be comfortable with, can we see how we go and I’ll let you know what I’m okay with?
etc. etc.
Post-event works much the same way but the important thing is you VOCALISE your discomfort otherwise, they will not know and your boundaries will be trampled on. Getting used to having uncomfortable conversations, makes these conversations LESS uncomfortable over time!! Boundaries require trust and mutual respect eg. My boyfriend knows about my blog, knows my username but KNOWS I don’t want him looking at it and respects my space to have this private platform away from people in my real life.
I hope that helps my loves!! keep on keeping on and let me know if you have any questions!
Especially as the holidays are upon us, remember your boundaries. Remember that "No, thank you" is a complete sentence. You don't owe anyone explanation or justification for enforcing your boundaries. You are not obligated to make yourself uncomfortable for the sake of "festivity!" or "family!" or anything else, and you are not obligated to make yourself uncomfortable just to make anyone else's life easier. You are not a burden for taking care of yourself, and you are not a bad person for saying no.
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𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ warning: overstimulation, hand on throat for two seconds, safe words used correctly, daddy said once, & slight dacryphilia. fem!reader.
So, we all know Ushijima would be one of those: "Move your hand or I'll make you" types in bed, right?
You're laying on your back, completely fucked out and dripping wet all over the sheets as he brings you to orgasm for the third time that night. Shaking with tears streaming down your face as you buck your hips into the air against his hand, sliding yours underneath his in an attempt to make him stop touching your swollen clit.
“Move your hand,” he said, firmly holding his hand on top of yours. Not pulling it or slapping it away, just... there, as a silent threat.
“No,” you whined, “Can’t take it. No more.”
The tears are coming down harder now, sliding down the sides of your face and wetting the hair around your ears.
“Angel,” he said, sliding up the length of your body to grab your chin, slowly lowering his hand to wrap his dexterous fingers around your throat, “I’m not gonna tell you again. Move your hand, or I’ll make things so much worse for you."
You whined, biting your lip to keep it from quivering violently.
"Safeword?" he questioned softly, releasing the hold on your throat just a little so you could speak freely.
You babbled, sniffling and moaning as the wave of contractions subsided and the feeling of euphoria flooded in.
"Yellow," you cried, knowing you could take maybe one more, but you were nearing your limits, "No choking."
He removed his hand from your throat instantly, running his thumb soothingly along your collarbone.
"You're doing amazing baby girl. Can daddy give you one more? I think you can handle one more."
"Green," you whispered, though you shook your head no and did not move your hand. He liked when you fought. It was your favorite type of scene to do together.
"Angel, please don't make me move your hand. You're crying so pretty already baby, I will make you cry more."
You weakly closed your legs, clamping them down on both of your hands above your sex.
"Do your worst," you groaned, looking him challengingly in the eye.
He nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Okay baby, I have something for that."
He removed his hand, using both to flip you over onto your stomach. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled your ass into the air, exposing you to the chilled air of your bedroom.
"Be a good girl and stay just like that," he commanded, slapping your ass for good measure.
He reached underneath your bed, pulling something from your box of goodies.
"When your throat is raw from screaming in the morning, I want you to remember that you asked for this."
He pulled two pillows from the head of your bed, putting one beneath your dripping wet cunt, and the other underneath your face, letting you relax onto the bed.
He slid something underneath your sex, turning it on and letting the device hum to life. The vibrations on the toy were low, but with how abused your little button was, it felt like it was on high. You couldn't help the loud moan that ripped it's way from your throat, your hands immediately fisting into the sheets to ground you.
"Can you take my cock again baby girl? Be good and cum for me one more time?" he asked moreso out loud to himself than to you, your moans echoing against the walls as he slid into you.
He fucked into you at a bruising pace, the slide easy with how wet you were for him. The toy buzzing against your clit made you see white. All you could do was take it, take every inch and every second that the toy and his cock worked in tandem to coax another orgasm out of you.
He was cumming deep into you as soon as you came all over him, the sheets and pillows beneath you a soaked mess as soon as you were done.
You must have passed out. So many fluids gone from your body in such a short amount of time had been exhausting. Blissful, but exhausting.
You woke up the next morning in a clean t-shirt, one way too big to be yours, amongst clean sheets with a warm body wrapped around yours.
I just read your NSFW Ushijimaxreader fic and, first of all it was AMAZING, but also I really loved the correct use of safe words!! I do NOT mean to shame anyone/writers so I hope this doesn’t come off that way. I’ve just noticed a lot of recent fics are very sexually aggressive (again, to each their own!) and don’t seem to pay a whole lot of attention to the safe word/safe environment that is supposed to be a really important aspect to those dynamics so it was just really really refreshing to read something where they’re being followed correctly 🥰
aw hi!! thank you so much (̂ ˃̥̥̥ ˑ̫ ˂̥̥̥ )̂ i’m so glad you liked it! i totally feel that. like you said, no shame to anyone else here at all (i’ve liked my fair share of fics that have very dubious consent so this isn’t shade i promise lol), BUT i don’t think you have to completely strip consent away from smut to make it sexy. having consent and practicing good safe sex is so amazing, it has a place in fanfic & smut. there’s a time and a place for cnc/nc style content, to each their own, but i’m really glad you liked my little attempt at including some healthier themes into my writing. this just made me want to be even more conscious of how i can wiggle these little dynamics & themes into my future projects, while still keeping it fun :’D
Are You Available and Approachable? | Psychology Today
Or distant and detached.
A good article for anyone, but one that namely struck me as something Connor could use. It's important to remember he can research any topic at any time in 0.02 seconds and still digest the information, though that part may take longer.
